Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Recently, when the Yankees were sent packing from their quest for the World Series, more than a few people who work at my store were reduced to tears. Of course, after the tears comes weeks of speculation on why they lost. Oh, they didn't do this or that. Oh, they blamed this player or that. Oh, it's because the coach had stubbed his toe. Oh, it's all because the manager sucks. I thought about all this belly-aching and thought the following:
No matter what you say or what happened or who didn't do what, you still didn't win.
There is always speculation as to why someone or some team didn't accomplish something. We always love making excuses for why we didn't win the trophy or cross the finish line first. I don't care if you weren't feeling well that day. Suck it up. You still lost. You didn't get first place. You're still not in the running. You're still going home... excuses or not.
Oh, look at it this way: there's always next year.
Or, you could just remember that you at least made it this far. Just a thought. Later.
No matter what you say or what happened or who didn't do what, you still didn't win.
There is always speculation as to why someone or some team didn't accomplish something. We always love making excuses for why we didn't win the trophy or cross the finish line first. I don't care if you weren't feeling well that day. Suck it up. You still lost. You didn't get first place. You're still not in the running. You're still going home... excuses or not.
Oh, look at it this way: there's always next year.
Or, you could just remember that you at least made it this far. Just a thought. Later.
